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I’m making a zine about it
Waterfalls
Sunsets
Kung fu masters
Flamenco
Disgusting and rude people
People who write songs with complex structures
Stories of how people met
Faces, what they show and what they hide
Light and color
The present, what we're living now
Infinity, spatially and temporally
Surrealism
Space
Time
Violence
Sects
The human mind, mental disorders
Women
Stars, the infinitely big, the infinitely small, but it's scary
Animals
Very big books
That I could never read them all
Mythology, where it came from, how it started, the fact that it was passed down orally
The sea, the ocean
Murder stories
The maritime world, its shapes, fishing nets
Coincidences
Mathematical probabilities
Philosophy
Reflections
Felines
Laws of physics
Love and human relationships
Hands
Thoughts
Dreams
Group effects, crowds
Fire
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look at all the art and cultural detritus you love, or whatever most compells you (even if you dislike it, maybe especially so!). see if there are poses, objects, creatures, ideas etc that keep popping up. these are your prompts!!
𓅽 to use my own expierence as an example:
i kept finding human-bird hybrids everywhere in the stuff i return to. angels, harpies, Sirin & Alkonost, etc clearly something about the union of beast/bird with (often femme) humanity to create something either deceptive and dangerous or divine and distant made me excited! so that became my prompt. it made me start having questions i could only answer through making art: how many ways can i depict a human-bird hybrid? what details transform it from an angel into a siren, or perhaps into something all together new and different? etc
this leads me to:
𓅽 explore mythology, fairy and folktales! i personally don't buy into the jungian shit AT ALL (and don't even get me started on joseph campell, booo) but! there's a reason these stories and their imagery have stuck around! they're endlessly fascinating and adaptable, and they make for a great first step to take in creating something that speaks to you and so many others across time and space
Jan 28, 2025
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I think about after the end a lot. I wrote a screenplay about after the apocalypse and the earth is devolving back into primordial stew. I love the idea of destroying the world so thuroughly with science that magic emerges again.
I also think often of the end of what we understand as the universe. I wrote a piece of flash fiction about the moment before the last bit of energy is snuffed out, and a short script about life orbiting around the last light in the universe that I think has legs to be a feature.
I don't know what happens after. But I choose to believe all death births something new.
Jun 14, 2024
Words appear as I think them like a karaoke video in serif font on a white background. Sometimes I’ll be doing the dishes and I’ll start repeating paragraphs I’ve drafted and editing and rearranging them and adding to them in my mind and they shift around visually as I’m doing it. Sometimes other words or phrases will get caught in there and they’ll quietly pass back and forth like a sky banner. Songs are often drifting through—right now it’s Pale September by Fiona Apple—and if there’s a particularly beautiful or resonant part it’ll loop through that snippet a few times.
I think almost entirely in words, in monologue and in text, with very faint flashes of associative images—I imagine this is to protect me from the dark and horrific things I’ve seen in my life that would be too much to bear if I were to be exposed to them in such a visceral way. I can’t rotate or even envision a shape to save my life.
Rarely, strong images will appear to me in conscious life—I remember lying in bed, about to fall asleep, and suddenly seeing from the point of view of an investigator entering a pitch black cave with a lantern held in his hand as his only light, about to discover something terrible, no doubt.
My dreams are vivid and laden with powerful symbolism, and usually there is a sense of being too afraid to fully step into my power or claim what’s mine.
I have the memory of an elephant, with everything filed in nearly chronological order. I’m sure I tend to embellish and dramatize without realizing but then I think my memories speak to a certain distilled emotional truth, more accurate than pure facts. Sometimes there are some incredible blind spots in my perception that I don’t realize existed until years later.
I analyze and intellectualize everything. I’ve been told that my mind is obsessive and tends to fixate. Sometimes the emotions that I keep trapped in the basement push their way up through the trap door and threaten to stampede me as their captor but I manage to stuff them back down again until I’m ready to let them go; some of them may never see the light of day.
Feb 15, 2025
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Dec 7, 2024
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> Reverse miming : tell your friend what to do with their body and they have to guess what you’re trying to make them mime
> Try to draw cartoon/fictional characters from memory
Dec 3, 2024